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Group of Fornicating Cows

i remember the grassy boulevards and the motorway valley

i know the seasons because i’ve lived them / know the beauty and the bounty

my love lay in beds / of powdery snow / of fallen leaves / of silky sand

but it’s all coming up greys and whites now / it doesn’t mean to

my lucid dreams of white cap steams and gliding ‘pon the glass

drop anchor and cast a line / but don’t get caught exploring

boundaries are for safety / i’ll make my own thanks

cast aside the desires of others / make your mind up

prepare for the hurt and struggle / prepare for success